Olympics
My heart wasn’t into watching the opening ceremony, but it also felt wrong to skip it. You only get so many Olympics in life, and I can’t ever remember missing one.
But it’s frankly hard to sit down and pretend we’re one big friendly world, united in our love of sport. I mean, I know that’s the point. That we set aside our differences for a few weeks and remember that we all like to shoot ourselves very quickly downhill over the snow. But there is also something a little disingenuous about it.
Still, Sabrina Impacciatore was amazing. And I loved the tubes of paint pouring ribbons onto the stage. And the lighting of the torch always makes me feel weepy.
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I don’t like the opening/closing ceremonies any more. Though this one sounds like it might have been classy. I do love the performances though, the drama, the sportsmanship (that is still there, and is wonderful), the humility (when it is displayed) of champions and vanquished alike, the camaraderie amongst the competitors. And I get teary at the medal ceremonies, or a remarkable achievement, or – in NZ’s case – the haka that are performed to honour our medal winners. (Not that there will be many for the Winter Olympics, though there has at least been one already.)